| All of these thoughts in my head
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| Deals I’ve made with the Maker
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| The need that sleeps in my bed
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| All of these stones in my pocket
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| Daydreams I’ve left on the shore
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| A jagged half of a locket
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| I lay it all at your door
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| And I bring it to you
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| There’s magic in all that you do
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| I bring you the scraps that make up my soul
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| You make me whole, I’m gold
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| And I bring it to you
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| Songs I’ve shouted to Heaven
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| Secrets I’ve kept in a box
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| Trust never given
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| Keys that don’t fit any locks
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| Oh, I bring it to you
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| There’s magic in all that you do
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| I bring you the scraps that make up my soul
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| You make me whole, I’m gold
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| And I bring it to you
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| But more than anything
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| I bring you love, I bring you love
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| I bring it to you
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| There’s magic in all that you do
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| I bring you the scraps that make up my soul
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| You make me whole, I’m gold
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| And I bring it to you
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| There’s magic in all that you do
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| I bring you the scraps that make up my soul
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| You make me whole, I’m gold
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| Bring it to you, bring it to you |